MONARCHY OF YAYA: LEGACY OF LOVE
I am the living legend Yaya; the grand daughter of Omari Yaya Obioha Chinyere. The great daughter of ancient Onye Ozo Obioha of Nkwerre, Imo-State, Nigeria, West Africa. This website was created as a reflection of the legacy that my late grandmother Yaya has left in me, a legacy of love.
My late father, Elder Josiah Achinulo Chinyere, Sir. J. by a dedication of my Dame Knighthood was the last born of his mother Yaya. He was known as Achinulo Nwa Omari all his life. My dad grew old with the embodiment of the pride of being Nwa Yaya with honor and love for his mother. A born Princess of an ancient ozo titled man Obioha of Okwaraosa Kindred, Ugwunyi Nkwerre.
Ozo is the highest title in Igbo land, pride of royalty my grandmother Yaya took to her marriage to Chinyere of Ugwu na Agbo Nkwerre. While married to Chinyere she maintained the use of her father’s name with pride as she was popularly known as Omari Obioha.
My late father was also well rooted in his maternal home till death. As a mark of this ancient ozo inheritance, the late Eshi (King) of Nkwerre, Eze Ugochukwu paid the last respect of placing a piece of Ajii cloth inside my father’s casket and also made the selection of burial spot “Ima nbazu” during the burial of my late father as an honor to the late grandson of an ancient ozo titled man in Nkwerre.
A rite my father’s best friend Nze Emeto organized with the King and the oldest man from my grandmother’s family Ezi Okwaraosa to ensure the legacy of my grandmother Yaya was respected and honored no matter how far culture and ozo tradition has faded away with civilization.
Growing up my late father made sure that my lineage of Yaya with Obioha, Uju, Okparaocha and Achonu family was part of my upbringing. I was showered with gifts at every visit. Many of the older men and women who has departed this world, all played a big role in raising me up as the great living incarnation of Yaya.
Ancient ozo title is a royalty my late father raised me to understand and behold. A well respectable lineage in Igbo land. My late Uncle, Chief Engr. Mark Onwuka Anyiam the grandson of Yaya carried on that legacy of honor as it was handed over to him by my late father to uphold the legacy of Yaya. Late Chief Engr. Mark Anyiam was the son of Nwa-amuka, the youngest daughter of Yaya.
Chief Mark Anyiam anchored his root to the lineage of Yaya. His maternal home was his pride and honor till death. He was the bearer of the sacred ozo mantle (Akpa Ajii) of his great grandfather in honor of his late grandmother Omari Yaya Obioha Chinyere, a well-kept secret between my late father and his nephew Chief Onwuka Anyiam of a bridal gift my late grandmother brought to her marriage an ‘Akpa Ajii’ a royal bag given to her by her father as a mark of royalty she took to her marriage.
Today, as history is slipping off our fingers with the death of those who held the mantle of royalty ‘Akpa Ajii Onye Ozo’. As the last incarnation of Yaya that I know, I engrave my footprints in the sand of time as I raise my hand up with gratitude to my fore fathers.
I grew up with a brown thread around my ankle that was placed on my ankle by Late Dem Nzewuba, an elder from my father’s maternal home. All my life in Nigeria, I always wear red ankle beads as a mark of royalty that was passed on. Culture and tradition was embedded in me by my late father to ensure that I uphold the legacy of Yaya.
My father raised me with pride and love; he transferred in me the vibrational ancestral footprints as an incarnate of a promise his late mother Yaya made to him on her dying bed; that they will be together in a seven incarnation as a mother and son.
This extraordinary promise of forever between my late father and his late mother has fashioned my life’s path with inner peace and love that eminent through me wherever I go as a radiant goddess.
Growing up, I was always honored by the old women who knew Yaya and served on her farmlands. Yaya was a very honorable well to do woman during her time. Gifted with spiritual healing powers. She brought royalty into her marriage.
Yaya’s home was a place where people feed, even strangers from far away lands took refuge in her home. Lineage of ozo was known as a place of refuge.
Growing up as a young girl, people from far away lands that their families inherited farming seeds from Yaya’s farms comes once a year to my father’s house with items from their harvest to seek for my blessing for the next farming season.
It was a ritual that I just knew without being taught, an incarnation of a Lioness in me. Yaya was born with a dentition like a lion’s teeth with pointy scissors. Close family members and friends knew her by her pet name “Omari Ezeagu” (Omari the Lion’s Teeth). Each time I smile, Yaya comes alive.
The best moment of each day for my late father was to see me smile. My side gap teeth awakes joy in his soul, a remembrance of great Yaya. Love lives on after we die from generation to generation.
Like the saying my late father left with me “Nwa agu anaghi ata aghigha -The daughter of a lion does not eat grass”. I stand in the vibrational footprints of my ancestors to walk my path of destiny with honor, pride and dignity to my bloodline and to my heritage as a daughter of Igbo Land.
Today, the remaining of the echo of my grandmother Yaya is in the sound of my voice and that of my bloodline to uphold her healing legacy of service to humanity.
I lay down this legacy through my website for generation unborn. My late father was the first son of his father, Nze Aghumnu Chinyere (Omeonu Uwa). My late father Achinulo proudly took my grandfather’s title “Omeonu Uwa” as the first son. He was blessed with half siblings from his mother Omari Yaya Obioha Chinyere and they are
1. Late Madam Ihekwere-eze Ikpo
2. Late Mazi Osu-ekwu Chinyere
3. Late Madam Nwa-amuka Anyiam
And half siblings from his father
1. Late Lolo. Martha Akwaja Akanu
2. Late Da Jane Chinyere
3. Late Mazi Jonathan Chinyere
4. And Da Nnenna – nee Chinyere
Achinulo Nwa Yaya of blessed memory lives on through my global mission of service to humanity. Monarchy of Yaya is a resonance of a generational incarnation of love and greatness. A mantle of heirloom that energetically awakens at an appointed time to reign as a torch
